from the north

The morning sun rises lazily over the mountain tops, crisp rays of shimmering gold filtering through the cold air, eventually falling through the small cavern’s entrance. The soft light finds the slumbering mare within, haloing her dainty features and tickling her eyelids. With a breathy, bleary exhale from sapphire nostrils, she opens her eyes, blinking against the gentle morning and rolling from her side onto her back. “Good morning, Mama,” Tiamat croons sleepily, looking up to the de-saturated blue of early morning and stretching her slender legs upwards. Arching her back, she stretches, wagging her lion tail against the cool stone floor before deciding that it is time for her to welcome a new day.

Once she has risen to her hooves, the ocean mare saunters to her cavern’s edge. White eyes sweep over the Basin’s valley, enjoying the view of her beloved home and its beautiful sights, her heart swelling as it does every morning—ever grateful of this herd and all that it has blessed her with. Before long, her gaze fixes on a familiar white-and-rosy-colored stallion, short in stature but as big as ever in heart and spirit. She adores him for it—his charisma is infectious. “Johnny!” She gasps happily, suddenly remembering their plans to babysit (play with!) the foals of the Basin—it must be the day!

Forsaking the short step of rocks in her brimming enthusiasm, Tiamat instead leaps straight to the ground, only stumbling a little bit before propelling herself forward in a whirlwind of dancing hair and chiming shells. Giggling lightly all the way, she runs towards her sweet knight, tossing her head playfully when she finally reaches his side (fortunately she’s able to stop herself before colliding into him altogether). “Hello, my sugary friend,” Tiamat smiles, laughter in her voice and excitement in her eyes.

“And this must be your little one! Oh Johnny she’s adorable!” White eyes hug the pale yellow girl, casting a proud glance to the candied stallion. She is every bit as adorable as her father—more so, even!—and the ocean mare is ecstatic to finally be meeting the little bundle that Johnny has been doting about. “My name is Tiamat,” she greets the little filly, extending a velvet muzzle in a gesture of warmth and friendship. However, a sparkle of mischief soon flashes in her eye, and she smirks playfully. “Let’s see what your dad’s got in him, shall we?” Tiamat eyes Johnny before tugging gently at his mane, twisting on dainty ankles to kick her heels gleefully. All the while she laughs, eyes dancing.


notes; Ah so sorry I'm late! I just saw this D:
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